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May 06, 2010 22:47

warm sun trickling through palm trees
emerald waters lap the empty white shoreline
salty breeze still smelling like rain
music, faint, from the old gramaphone
sweat slowly rolling down the frosty glass
the hammock rocks gently
and you,
sleeping on my chest
soft brown hair fluttering in my face.
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